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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 5, 2024 19:04:25 GMT -5
( Sounds good, Insanity! Would you like Lusha to be just a knight or part of Kira's Honor Guard? And if so, is she from a noble family or was she scouted for her skill? Also! Would you like them to be familiar with each other/known for a long time or is she new? ^^ )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 5, 2024 19:36:04 GMT -5
polarized I can make a character for Cori to interact with or she can come to the lunch. Since she is a princess she would be housed at castle ( unless she didnt want to me ). Or if you want a romance kinda plot line i can make a Royal Knight of her kingdom that has been in love with her ever since he saw her but has kept it a secret because Royal Knights dont marry and because she is WAY above his station or if you gotta plot throw it at me  ) (That sounds awesome! Ill come to the lunch, but the romance plot sounds great. If you dont mind, that could be an interesting plot point.) ( Hes been added to the front page ! ) |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 5, 2024 20:23:46 GMT -5
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sir Kylian Shadowfern ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
Royal Knight of the Eleven-Forest Kingdom
It had been a long day, he had found a small group of surviving people from his kingdom and had spent the day making sure they had food and shelter. He was dead beet tired but feeling great that he found more survivors. When the Blood King had attacked the Kingdom he had gotten swept up in a swarm of people fleeing in fear. Kylian could still hear their screams and smell the blood that turned the once peaceful streets crimson in his dreams. Sleep was defiantly not restful. He had been searching for the King to no avel nor people in his gild. A part of him wanted to give up but that part of him was beat every time down and he kept going. And as he walked a familiar head of ginger hair stopped him in his tracks. Her eyes seemed distant but aware but not aware enough to stop her from walking straight into him. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her so she didnt fall." Princess," his deep voice filled with disbelief.
Kylian immediately dropped to one knee bowing his head ," Sir Kylian Shadowfern, Royal Knight of the Eleven-Forest. " He looked up at the princess , golden eyes full of wonder and heart racing. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Kylian knew better that to grow feelings for her and had always watched her from a distance. The way she laughed was like music to his ears and her eyes seemed to glitter to him. He pulled his sword out and rested it on open out stretch palms and then bowed his head once more. " I swear to protect you till my last breath, to stay by your side till i am casted back into the earth , i swear this by the Gods," he vowed. |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 5, 2024 20:27:32 GMT -5
@ Insanity : Your characters look great! Im going to make a google doc for each one and then make it to were if you want to change or add something you can (: )
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Sept 5, 2024 21:58:04 GMT -5
Ave Domine Nox Noctis She can be apart of Kira's Honor Guard, if you feel like that's the best fit. Lusha's past is going to be kind of riddled with sketchy stuff, so I think it would be best if she was hired for skill. Aaaaand, I suppose we can make her new. }} MotherofSolace Thank you }}
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Post by Haven on Sept 5, 2024 22:09:42 GMT -5
Name: Renwick Spellsinger Nickname/ Titles: Ren Sandborne, Ren, Flicker (Only by those mocking him) Kingdom: Sun Kingdom (Lowborn) Race: Elf Rank/Job: Traveler/Thief Age: 22 Ability: Spellsinging- It's more of a parlor trick, but when he sings he can make fire dance. More trained spellsingers can make their element form images and even tell stories with it. He hasn't reached that level and typically can make a flame flicker or grow dim. Looks and personality description: A tall, grey-eyed young man with ash black hair with a streak of red denoting his element, as is common in his family. His skin is tanned from time in the sun and while he is no stranger to manual labor, his body remains lanky and lean. As for personality, Ren is rather quiet and thoughtful. It isn't that he's shy or anything, he just has learned the value of letting others talk and he has no desire to put his foot in his mouth and add to his troubles. Extra information: Ren comes from a long line of Spellsingers, a traveling family of elves who use their magic to entertain and put on shows. Some of his earliest memories are watching his mother dance with the wind while she sang to cheering crowds. One day, Ren returned from sightseeing in the latest town only to find that their camp was gone and his family was nowhere to be found. There were whispers in the town that his family had been caught thieving and left quickly to avoid the wrath of the guards. Ren searched many towns, but the rumor that the Spellsinger clan were little more than con artists had spread quickly. In the process of traveling to the next town Ren passed out in the desert and was found by a man named Bahl. Bahl reasoned that since he saved Ren, the boy owed him the value of his life-a value in gold that Ren hadn't seen in his whole life. For years, Ren did what he could, scamming, stealing, and conning for every scrap of gold he could, all while watching those on nobler paths achieve a glory he would never know. He was a lost kid and a common thief whose lineage now carried with it the mark of those who could not be trusted. He would never know the cheers of a crowd or the accolades of knighthood. Then, one day after escaping a very angry mark from a con that went very badly, Ren found something he had never imagined in the desert-a dragon. It was a young dragon, roughly the size of a pony, but definitely a dragon. For several days, Ren snuck off into the desert to deliver food and water to the creature, eventually gaining it's trust. Ren always figured once the dragon was well enough, he would fly off, but he never imagined it would instead follow him. Bahl was plenty pleased by the dragon's appearance of course. Small enough to capture, it would fetch a high price. While such a price may have finished off his debt, Ren couldn't stomach betraying a friend and sinking any lower than he already was. He helped the dragon escape and together they disappeared into the night. As Ren learned more about the dragon, including how to communicate, he discovered that his name was Sulphur, though the dragon wasn't a fan of the name. Instead, they decided to call him Brimstone.
Name: Sulphur Nickname/ Titles: Brimstone, Brim Age: 20 Size: Tyraxes I think Ability: Tremor sense- his feet are especially sensitive to vibrations and temperature changes. If one speaks loud enough he may even be able to make out what they say. The caveat is that he can get overwhelmed by vibrations. Looks and personality description: Brimstone is your classic idea of a dragon. Vain and obsessed with shiny objects. His rider may be looking for a path to redemption, but Brimstone really wouldn't mind having the spoils of a thief. He particularly likes adorning himself with them and showing off like a peacock. Still being a young dragon, he doesn't have much good sense and even less patience.  Extra Information: His rider is Ren, though he would only call him his rider if he was asked directly in the most official sense. Look at that poor, common boy. He's only his rider because Brimstone feels sorry for him U_U Sure, nobody else has ever ridden him, but he's just waiting for someone better to come along. No, but really, Ren is the only rider Brimstone has ever known and he does secretly value him for the effort Ren has put into their bond and keeping them alive. He doesn't see Brimstone as an object or a tool, but as a valued friend. Brim can communicate with dragontongue, but also tries to speak the common language-though mostly it comes out as garbled non words or the wrong words entirely.
Name: Cerise Suppler Nickname/ Titles: Stoke, Cerise the Seamstress (derogatory), Cerise Stonekin Kingdom: Sun Kingdom (Highborn) Race: Human Rank/Job: Blacksmith Age: 25 Looks and personality description: Cerise is a short girl with long blonde hair and green eyes. Once upon a time her skin was fair and pale in spite of belonging to the Sun Kingdom, without even a blemish beyond the various times she pricked her finger with a needle. Now she has some muscle, she's got small scars and bruises, and while her skin is still fair, it's now got a golden sheen from working around the Heart Forges. Personality-wise, Cerise is a stubborn go-getter. She's not used to being told no, but rather than be put off when it happens, she just doubles down and tries harder. In spite of being well bred and trained to be easy mannered, Cerise has picked up the harsher language and mannerisms of the smiths she's spent time with. Extra information: Cerise is not a dragon rider, not that she wouldn't want to be. The closest she's ever come to a real dragon is helping her master make the armor they send to the castle. Growing up Cerise was always told she would need to train in the arts to do her duty to their family, to prove herself an appealing wife one day. She was taught to dance, to sing, to play the harp, to paint, and to sew. Her only time learning practical skills were when she could watch her father meet with the other lords and the various meetings with the smallfolk over taxes and concerns, but even then it was her job to be quiet and make pleasant small talk when the conversation lulled or got overbearing. She was never truly happy with this life though. She felt she could be of better use. One day, her father sent for one of the Stoneheart Smiths to make a set of new dragon armor as a gift for the royal family. The armor that was made was perfection, beautiful and a master of craftsmanship. It was art and it was useful. Although she knew her father would protest, Cerise decided it was best to ask forgiveness over permission and set out to find the fabled Heart Forges beneath the Stoneheart mountain. Getting there was a story in it's own, so when she finally made it, she felt as if her journey had finally ended... unfortunately that was not the case. Each forge was tended by a Stoneheart blacksmith, both man and woman, and every single one ignored Cerise's presence. She tried to make small talk, but was ignored. She tried to list her skills, but got nowhere. She begged, and didn't even get a glance. Finally, determined to make headway, Cerise chose a forge, picked up a broom, and started to to sweep up the ashes and dust. The smith continued to pay her no heed, so she kept going. The more she picked up on by watching him work, the more she pushed her luck by doing small tasks. Then one day he finally spoke to her. It was just a word. Stoke. She was shocked at first, but he said it again, so she quickly stoked the fire in the forge as she had seen him do many times. After that, he said nothing, so she went back to work... until he said it again. For several days this was all he said to her, but she noticed the change in his demeanor. He worked slower, and rather than turn away from her when she got close, he didn't hide his actions. One day, he handed her the tongs and a hammer, guiding her to shape the metal. From that moment on she became his apprentice, Stoke became her new name, and for the last six years she's been learning the art of blacksmithing. While she's been told often enough that mastery would take a lifetime, she knows she can't hide from her family forever. Still, if she goes home now she may never see a forge again. Her new plan is to become great enough, useful enough to be beyond her father's control. She needs to prove herself as a blacksmith to the royal family, and hopes to do so by forging dragon armor. Hopefully all that is good!
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Post by cinder on Sept 5, 2024 22:15:04 GMT -5
"Ah, the apologies must be mine," Sova responds courteously, his calm demeanor contrasted with the way his eyes sharply flicker between the two princes and their hostile knight. He elects not to respond to her remarks, not wanting to aggravate her further- or out himself as any more foreign to their ways than he already has. While the pair takes a moment to convene with their Dirge Vivace, he studies the two men; surely close, by the way familiarity tinges their banter. The taller of the two is freckled and kindly, with glossy black hair and gentle silver eyes. He intrigues Sova, a sense of being more than what he seems laying just behind his gaze. The other seems much more keen at first glance, with a sharp garnet gaze and silver bells and jewelries weaved into his fine black hair. Their ears are pointed, he notes, a trait common within the high families of the Amigara shogunate. He tilts his head curiously, wondering about their elven biology. Elves are uncommon in Aurora, as the low temperatures proves itself harsh on them, and he rarely gets the chance to meet them in person even when studying abroad.
He returns the taller ones' smile, but his attention is called back to the red-eyed man as he begins speaking to him. His voice is regal, but he talks quickly, put-together in a way that doesn't care if those listening are left behind in the rapid fire. His assumptions are correct, for the most part, and Sova can't help but wonder if he's in the presence of another Chosen-- or at least, a sharp mind. Were they of equal standing, perhaps a mind he'd get along well with. He chuckles sheepishly at the comment on his fresh injuries. You could say that. Perhaps best not to share that story presently.
He pauses just a moment after the man snaps his fingers to fully absorb the his words before responding. "...I am a scholar," he begins, almost tentative in his word choice. "Solomon Vyrwood, of the Auroran Sages. But most call me Sova." He extends his hand out for a gentle shake with those who'd take it, placing the other hand on top of their own warmly before returning his arms to his sides. "...And the third, yes." He seems almost nervous in saying so, dancing around the phrase chosen one carefully.
"Who you are..." he begins, gazing at the two of them. There's no mistaking the younger one; the jeweled crown alone betrays him as the Prince Tsuruya Ryuen. "Of course. The Prince of Amigara. It is an honor." He bows, internally scolding himself for not doing so earlier. He'd been so caught up in analyzing the two of them that his manners had left him. His voice is constrained and deliberate, and he has to make an effort to not stumble over his own words. Turning to the other, he looks a bit apologetic, always one for a social faux pas. "You must forgive me, but I am unfamiliar with your House." He pauses, then hurries to include, "-but it is truly a pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 6, 2024 1:10:14 GMT -5
☆ ☆ ☆ Hoshina Kirari, Heir To The Shogunate ☆ ☆ ☆ ~~~
"A scholar!" Tsuruya breathes, wrinkling his nose with a disgruntled huff. "So I was only correct on one account- hmph." Kirari can't help a soft chuckle at his petulant display, even if it is a tad unbecoming of both a prince and a man. When garnet eyes narrow in his direction, he clears his throat and raises the fan to cover the high flush on freckled cheeks, deflecting attention to the freshly introduced 'Lord Vyrwood' with a pointed flutter.
The prince's brows arch. "Ah, not to say that it is a disappointment by any means, Sova of the Auroran Sages." A smile brightens his features once more, oblique eyes sparkling with interest. "It is always a pleasure to meet someone dedicated to learning when I myself can only pursue it in spare moments as of late. I have yet to speak with one of your ilk from Westwinter, so this meeting is fortuitous~ I look forward to learning from you~" When the human extends his hand to shake, both elves respond in kind. Tsuruya is quicker as he has picked up the tradition from more contact with foreign humans, and so Kirari smoothly returns his hand to the folds of his sleeve for the time being.
He watches their movements intently, noting how Lord Vyrwood's grip is gentle and Tsuru's is firm. The other man goes a step further by placing his empty hand over the prince's gloved one, a cordial gesture that he is unfamiliar with but would like to adopt in the future. It seems to better convey a warm greeting~
Kirari is pulled from his observations by Lord Vyrwood's next words, catching the slight hesitation in his tone. One that he's sure could have been heard in his own when confronted by the same man in a less playful manner. That lingering disbelief, an anxious edge when the reality of what such a title entails sets in. In hindsight, it's embarassing that he was so self-absorbed when struggling to process the role he was thrust into. He'd simply assumed that his contemporaries would perfectly suit their titles- valiant and noble and ready to fight- it isn't that this man from Westwinter couldn't be or wasn't those things, but Kirari had been operating under the belief that every Chosen One was utterly impassioned about their new destiny and had unshakable faith in it. That belief had only strengthened upon meeting the princess of the Sun Kingdom, who had clearly stepped into her role with aplomb. There wasn't a doubt in her clear blue eyes; she is undoubtedly destined to shine brightly.
Whether or not Kirari would burn out too early or shatter until he is nothing but his childhood nickname is...less of a certainty. Technically, they only need his dragon to end the Blood King.
For the time being, however, he can put those dark thoughts out of his mind. Kirari doesn't believe he can be considered normal, exactly- but it heartens him to see someone who approaches it sharing his concerns. Even if they may not be quite on the same matters or to the same degree, he takes some solace in it. And then immediately feels terrible. He doesn't want anyone else to worry like he does! He was hoping that the other Chosen Ones would suit the prophecy so that there wouldn't be anyone else to struggle under the weight of it like he is! He truly hopes that isn't the case for Lord Vyrwood!
Kirari wants to reassure him in some way, but words escape him. I-In any case, it would be rude to keep his own identity a secret now that they've met face to face. He is relieved to have Tsuruya at his side as he cycles through the pattern of his thoughts. It hadn't taken him long to come to these conclusions and his expression has remained amiable throughout, but when Tsuruya speaks, he usually holds the listener's attention and so Kirari is free to remain preoccupied by his thoughts.
"Oho? A warrior princess, a healer, and a scholar. That is quite the team~" Tsuruya curls his fingers under his chin and tilts his head with a hum, gaze far away and sparkling as if he can already see their future exploits. "I look forward to seeing what you three are capable of together~"
Kirari flushes at being called a healer. It isn't official, although he would have loved to take the exam and become recognized as someone who could stand by Tsu's side- not on the battlefield but...at least adjacent to it.
Tsuruya grins when Lord Vyrwood bows, inclining his head with a chime of the bells woven into the locks that cascade down his back. "Likewise, Sova."
"Ah," Kirari blinks at being directly addressed, snapping his fan shut so that the brunet can see his answering smile. "You are certainly not at fault! I...this is my first time in another kingdom." He confesses quietly with a sheepish cast to delicate features. With the war raging for years now, the bakufu have also halted diplomatic missions in favor of military pursuits. It was unlikely that a Westwinter noble would recognize a member of the shogun's family, especially one who never made public appearances. "I am Hoshina Kirari, heir to the Takanashi shogunate." It has been an age since he's introduced himself as such, but he manages not to falter or allow pain to color his voice. "I have also...been Chosen alongside you and Princess Maylin."
He relaxes his posture, smiling warmly as he slips his fan into an inner pocket and extends a hand in greeting, eager to try out what he's learned. "We are equals now, so please feel free to call me Kirari. It is likewise a pleasure to meet you~"
"Your imperial highnesses, if I may interject-" Heliacal politely clears her throat before taking a step forward. She doesn't speak until Tsuruya gives permission with a wave of his hand. "The halls are clearing, I believe it is best that we retire while we can."
"Hmm." Tsuruya casts a glance at the dispersing nobles before turning back to Lord Vyrwood. "Very well, we'll see each other at the banquet, then~"
Kirari takes the chance to cover the brunet's hand with his in a mirror of his earlier gesture before taking a step back with a pleased air. "Yes, I look forward to it~" He shoots the man one last smile before freeing his fan and using it to cool his face once more. Tsuruya inclines his head and Kirari wiggles his fingers in a wave that earns him an amused glance from Tsu- before the Sea Kingdom contingent break away and are led further into the castle by a balding man who bows and scrapes when he meets the prince's sudden bored gaze. The servants and retainers fall into step behind them, with Heliacal and Mûrier keeping pace with their latest addition.
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 6, 2024 1:12:09 GMT -5
( Sorry if I ended abruptly, Cinder! MotherOfSolace is going to skip ahead to the banquet so that we can get the three Chosen Ones and assorted gentry together! ) ( And gotcha, ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥! Feel free to add Lusha into the entourage when our scene changes. She can interact with either one of the princes when they first arrive, and I can rp Heliacal & Mûrier to interact with her as well! Mûrier is part of Tsu's Dirge Vivace and Heliacal will be partnered with Lusha as Kira's Retainers. If you need descriptions and personalities before you write I can provide those too! ) |
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Post by cinder on Sept 6, 2024 1:41:31 GMT -5
( sounds good!! i'll wait for her to post a starter for that before i put my response up then ^^ can't wait to get all three introduced. also kira is SUCH a sweetheart ugh )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 6, 2024 2:20:59 GMT -5
( Me too! ^^
Thank you haha~ That honestly wasn't my intention though! Tsu was meant to be more brash and Kira was meant to be less social, but they clearly disagree with me lol
I guess I have to edit Kira's form because apparently he doesn't have a bad bone in his body- barring his literal frailness pfft )
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Post by polarized on Sept 6, 2024 12:47:50 GMT -5
ᨒ↟ ⋆｡°Corivena Aldermaneᨒ↟ ⋆｡° Heir to the Elven Tribe
Cori looked at him, surprised. There truly was survivors of her Kingdom. She looked down at him, he was presenting his sword and calling an oath. She just smiled. “Of course. Thank you, Kylian.” She paused, not knowing what to say. “It’s great to know I wasn’t the only one that escaped.” She stared at him. “I heard they were announcing the chosen ones today. If anything,” She looked at him, her gaze unwavering. “I would want to have the killing blow myself.” She grunted, but moved the conversation. “Has the Sun Kingdom gave you a home? I came here for the same reason. There isnt much time until the Blood King will strike next. Between you and me, these Chosen ones have no idea what they are facing. He was ruthless. He snapped my kingdom in two.” She replied, the horrible memories flushing her head. “But, thanks Kylian. It’s reassuring to know I didn’t fail all of my people.”
She saw in the corner of her eye, a group of people talking. Those must be the chosen ones, she thought to herself. They aren’t much of a squad, she snorted. They didn’t look like strong warriors that she had thought lived outside of the Elven-Kingdom. But out here, either was she.
Sage Oisín
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Captain of the Seven Seas
Sage looked down at her crew. It had been a while since she had been so close to the Winter Kingdom. She had once been a prized daughter of the Oisín house, a high house that was respected. But it was nothing to her anymore. She loved the ocean, and she knew one day, just maybe, she might visit them again. With due time, of course. She walked down from the top deck of the ship, staring at the pirates that laid before her. She climbed up a barrel, sitting down with a hard stare. “We have made it to the Winter Kingdom!” She said loudly, “Soon, we will reach the Sun Kingdom and face Gretin’s crew.” She said angrily, remembering the older captain that had once made fun of her when she had only just joined her own crew. He seemed to loiter around the Sun Kingdom, making sure to keep Sage’s Crew away. That was still a while away, she told herself. “First we celebrate!” She told her crew, her confidence boosting. The ship always felt better after a good celebration.
It was the night, and the moon had fallen and the seas were shining with its reflection. She looked out from the deck, enjoying the views. Her white hair seemed to resemble the moon, she had been told. But that’s when disaster struck. She hung onto the barrier of the ship, when she felt the ship tumble slightly. Looking into the distance, was the very ship she had grown to hate with a vengeance. The Ironwilled Pirates, led by Gretin himself. She shouted to her crew, raising her katana. “We’re under attack! All hands on deck, shooters on cannons! Gretin has travelled to us!” She raised her sword in the air. The legends say that Gretin is allied with the Blood king, and he wouldn’t let him take her ship, not until she had her final breath.
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Sept 6, 2024 17:26:18 GMT -5
Clovi
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Clovi could smell the difference in the air before the captain could even announce it. They were home, at her home, the Winter Kingdom. That was something that she shared with Sage. But, a part of her heart still found comfort in the place that had once been hers. Her gaze longed for the familiar shore and warm delicacies, the kinds that spread heat from your mouth to your belly, just enough to keep the chill off your teeth. Amber eyes lit a flame with the announcement of a celebration and Clovi oorah’d with the rest of the crew, making haste for a barrel. She would take her time mingling and teasing her crew mates throughout the eve.
A few drinks in and the petite girl was fawning over the newest addition to the ship, Tad. “Isn’t it amazing?” She blinked at him admiring his features, which appeared to make him squirm.
“The ocean ain’t small.” He blushed and blubbered from the attention.
Her pink hair spun as she shook her head, “Ay, that ain’t what I’m talking about.” The flirting was always strongest when she was tipsy. Being bold, Clovi reached out to touch the boy’s hand when the whole ship erupted with the captain's orders. The name Gretin was a bolt of lighting in the air, and it put electricity in everyone's bones. Suddenly there was no lingering feeling of love, or whimsy from the celebration. It all whisked into urgency, even the numbness from the alcohol seemed to drain from her system.
Grabbing her swords and securing her pistol at her hip, Clovi leapt to the main deck, ready to fight for her captain, and this ship. The rumble of cannons below deck was thunder under her feat, and the clinking of ammo filling their chambers was like the ticking of a bomb. Adrenaline filled her blood as the ships neared, preparing for a battle of the fittest. Clovi had no doubt they would win
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 6, 2024 21:14:21 GMT -5
.·:*¨ ♚ ¨*:·. Maylin Sownlace .·:*¨ 🌣 ¨*:·. Princess of the Kingdom of the Sun The cooks and servants had been bustling about all morning for the first official lunch gathering of the Chosen Three. Cooks worked tirelessly to perfect elegant dishes that showed the abundance this Kingdom had. Whole pigs roasted, quails smoked to tenderness, bowls of fruits of every kind, bread with a delicate crunch to the outside but warm fluffiness on the inside and even a light soup was made for people whom didn’t want a heavier lunch. But then again this was only lunch, the celebrity feast that would take place that night would make this lunch look like a speck compared to a rock. Maids polished the silverware and made sure there were no smudges on the plates. Some of the best wines and whisky had been pulled from the cellars, but the best would be served at the Grand Feast.
This lunch was for just the royals of both the Sun Kingdom and others who were here seeking refuge along with the High Houses to meet The Chosen. And this also meant Maylin would be treated as though she was a doll. Dressed and pampered 3 times in one day. Although this was normal for most women of royalty , Maylin had put a stop to this treatment, it made her feel too fussed over and agitated her because why should she wear three dresses in one day?! It was madness. Sistara was brushing her hair at the golden vanity in her room, the sun spilling into her room from her balcony doors and the 2 large windows within her room. These two windows once were not there, Maylin specifically asked for them to be put in. Candle light was not something she was opposed to, but she preferred more natural lighting the sun would give. And during full moons her room would glow with moonlight.
A tangle being pulled by the brush snapped her out of her thoughts. “Ow,” she said rather dramatically, looking at Sistara in the mirror,” That hurt.” The warm toned skin woman looked at her back rolling her eyes at her, “Oh dont be such a baby Maylin. And also remove the scowl from your face. This will only last till the showing is over and then you can go back to your days of wearing one dress and making my life a nightmare by brushing the rat nests tangles your hair gets.” Maylin grinned at her before sagging her shoulders and sighing, very dramatically. “I’m just ready to get this over with. I have not met the last Chosen. But not only that but my Dear Tsu is going to fight with us and that does not settle well with me. There's nothing I can't say or do that will stop him either. I must just put a brave face on and continue on as though it doesn’t bother me. And then don’t get me started on the Chosen i have met, he seems to lack confidence and not have his whole heart in this. I just-” Sistara cut her off by covering her mouth with a hand. Her dark black eyebrows furrowed in disappointment at Maylin.
“I think you're passing your judgment early upon the man. Give him a chance and stop being such a snob,” she chidded at her and then set the brush down. “A snob?!” she cried and faked a hurt expression. For a split second they locked eyes and didn't move. Simultaneously they burst into laughter. “Come,” Sistara patted Maylin on the shoulder. “Let's get you in your dress.”
A semi dark green sheer dress adorned her body and it was fitted perfectly to her body to show off the curvature of her waist, hips and even her butttocks. She changed into a whole outfit. Sistara had begged her to just comply and change the only thing but she bargained for just changing the dress and nothing else. Especially the necklace Tsuruya placed upon her neck. Her hair was fully down now, a watefall of such blonde hair it almost looked white. Maylin made her way down before her quest and began to inspect everything to make sure everything was perfect. Food wouldn’t come out to be served till everyone was in attendance. And just as she had finished the inspection and instructed the musicians to start playing when the High House began to arrive.
“Lord and Lady Terrymen!” announced a servant as Sistara’s parents rounded the corn. “Maylin you have done wonderfully!” exclaimed Lady Terryman as she approached the princess and leaned in to kiss her cheek. Maylin beamed a smile at the Lord and Lady. “Its so good to see you again! Sistara will be out shortly to sit with you. She is going over the last preparations with the head cook on my behalf,” she explained seeing Lady Terrymens eyes darting around the room. Giving her a nod both Lord and Lady made their way toa refreshment table. As the High Houses began to file in, Maylin greeted them one by one till all but the Chosen had arrived. Maylin moved from from the front of the room to stand in the middle to give more spotlight to the Chosen ones as they entered.
( The Hall and the Dress )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 6, 2024 21:38:13 GMT -5
(Haven your character have been added to the front page! )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 6, 2024 22:05:45 GMT -5
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sir Kylian Shadowfern ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ Royal Knight of the Eleven-Forest Kingdom
Taking to his feet once more, he sheathed his sword and gave her his famous half grin as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Indeed they have, all the inns have been bought out and provisions have been handed out. They have done everything they can for us. And I do mean us. I have found smallfolk from our kingdom as well as a handful of Lower and High born House. Just a few by its something,” Kylian said and hoped that it would bring some sort of comfort to the princess. He peered at her with his golden brown eyes and then his eyes turned very serious ,” have they taken care of you? Do you have a room? An attending maid?” Kylian looked her over, she looked okay. Her outfit was not torn anywhere, her skin seemed clean, but that didn't stop the growing worry knotting in his chest. |
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Post by polarized on Sept 7, 2024 12:57:39 GMT -5
ᨒ↟ ⋆｡°Corivena Aldermaneᨒ↟ ⋆｡° Heir to the Elven Tribe
Cori just snorted, looking at Kylian. “I can take care of myself,” She said sternly, but seeing his gesture, she didn’t want to worry him. “I’ve been fine. I’m just here to find a place to rest.” She looked to his left, “What’s going on in that hall?” She asked curiously. “If it’s anything to do with the Blood King, I want to be part of it.” She nodded to Kylian, then started to walk ahead. Cori could take care of herself! She wasn’t helpless, for goodness sake. If anything, she knew she could protect herself well. These chosen ones meant nothing to her, she would kill the Blood King herself. With a few hands to help or not. Plus, her Kingdom would’ve been invited to this anyways. She had to show them she wasn’t a useless princess, like what a knight like Kylian could see.
Sage Oisín
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Captain of the Seven Seas
Sage felt her boat rock side to side, the force of cannon fire hitting the ship hard. This was her ship, she wasn’t going to give it up without her fight. Looking behind her, she could see her crew ready to help her to their best ability too. Especially one of Sage’s most trusted pirates, Clovi. “I want this ship protected at all sides! We will not retreat!” She raced up to the top deck, placing her only hand firmly on the steering wheel. There was no point retreating now. These Blood King pirates meant no difference to her. They would have some amount of loot, anyways. She turned it with mighty strength, the ship steering in the direction of Gretin’s ship. However, something stayed bright at the corner of her head. How did they know where her ship was? She trusted her crew. Did she really have a traitor on her deck?
But it was no time for accusing. She would see what side they would take in the battle. The ship rode the harsh waves, the two ships eventually coming to eachother’s sides. Sage was the first to reach the other ship, jumping the thin gap between the two pirate crews. These pirates would get a true meaning of how her crew could come together as a team. She pulled out her katana with her one hand, running into battle. “For Freedom against the Blood King!” She howled, her voice mightily loud above the battle-cries of both sides of the battlefield. There was no easy win for either side. Yet, Sage would fight to her very end if she needed too.
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 7, 2024 20:46:15 GMT -5
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sir Kylian Shadowfern ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
Royal Knight of the Eleven-Forest Kingdom
Kylian didn't faulter at her harsh words and he be d@mned if she thinks a little attitude could make him back down from her. "Did i ask if you could or couldn't take care of yourself? Princess i am well aware that you can. I've been in the Royal Guard since i was 20 and now I'm 20 and 8," one dark eyebrow raised at her while his grin crept back onto his face. "You do realize my whole job, my whole life is literally dedicated to the Royal family's safety and well being. A big part of it was the king himself but that doesn't mean we all didn't have our eyes on everyone in his family, including you Princess. I have to ask these questions. Your father would have my head if i did not , whether he's dead or still living. That man would cut me from throat to belly if i don't make sure you're being taken care of." Kylian straightened his back a little more and squared his shoulders looking Corivena right in her eyes matching her energy but almost in a carefree way. She needed to know that this wasn't just about taking care of her, this was his duty sworn by an oath. He wouldn't be an oath breaker.
He followed the ginger headed girls gaze as she asked him what was happening within the castle" Kylian cleared his throat before speaking, "That is the first meal that the Chosen Three are meeting each other , the Royal family and the High Houses. It is considered a private lunch but considering youre a royal guest, you can go and I as your escort. " He slicked back his shoulder length curly black hair as he fell in behind her as Corivena made her way to the banquet hall.
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Sept 7, 2024 22:59:51 GMT -5
Clovi
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Clovi swayed with the boat, her body shifting like the sea upon each impact to the ship. Still, she steadied herself for the right moment. Upon seeing Sage charge for the enemy boat, Clovi followed suit. “Let’s dance!” She shouted, bounding off of the deck and onto the opposing side. Some of her shipmates stayed behind and met other oncoming enemies. With ferocity, Clovi met her first opponent with her blade, pushing them further back and dodging their blows. With the grace of an actual dancer, Clovi tangled their feet and gave a swift blow to the skull for a knockout.
Moving on to another wicked pirate, Clovi darted quickly across the deck when- Wham!
Her foot got caught and she slammed onto the wooden planks, blades ringing with impact. “What the sigma-” because the obstacle that had interrupted her stride was the foot of her love interest from earlier in the night. Tad. Her eyes narrowed as his foot pressed into her chest. Anyone else she would’ve given a calculated kick. “What are you doing? Get off of me!” Her annoyed growl starkly different from her earlier interaction with the young man. There was a battle to fight.
“What are you doing?” He shot back. “If you fight the pirates on this boat, you will die. I’m trying to save you.” He pointedly held a long sword down to her throat.
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Clovi pushed at his foot, she didn’t have time to talk, especially to someone trying to be a hot shot hero.
Tad pushed her further into the planks. “If you say you’re with me, I can protect you. I’ll tell them you were on our side.”
Her amber eyes widened with realization. "You.” Clovi whispered and took her chance. One strong blow to his ankle broke his balance and she was free. She rolled quickly to the side only for her arm to be stamped on, causing her to cry out and drop one of her swords. She had to put her pain aside and pop up off the floor. In the midst of all the fighting, being on the ground was not ideal. Slinking to the shadows and watching her six, Clovi searched for the the white hair of her dear captain, Sage. She had a message to deliver.
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 8, 2024 10:20:51 GMT -5
( I'll write after cinder! ) |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 8, 2024 15:49:02 GMT -5
( Haven if you wanna roleplay I can make a character (: what’s an idea for our plot line so I can based them off that ! ) |
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 9, 2024 6:12:43 GMT -5
( bump )
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 9, 2024 23:31:24 GMT -5
( Haven polarized ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ You guys can also feel free to let me know if you have any ideas to tie our characters together! I can think of some- For example, Amigara is proud of their navy but also secretly employ pirates for certain missions. One or both of the princes can seek out blacksmiths for maintenance on weapons or dragon armor. Kirari could have encountered Renwick when he was a vagabond or meet him for the first time when wandering the city. And that's just a few off the top of my head ^^" I also intend to make another character or two without such lofty titles, just working on the who and what! ) |
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Post by Haven on Sept 10, 2024 1:27:22 GMT -5
(Sorry I was gone guys, weekends tend to be busy for me and today was a mess. I'd love to eventually tie in with the rest of the band. Both of my characters yearn for self-actualization and to be useful to others. Ren may never become an actual knight, but he would make a good ranger or something less battle-hardy eventually. Between his skills as a thief and Brimstone's tremor sense, they would be good at scouting out areas. I could see him having travelled to one of the kingdoms hoping to somehow prove himself.
Cerise could be similar. She could be travelling to make a name for herself as a smith, or she could be delivering an order of armor.)
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Post by polarized on Sept 10, 2024 1:30:04 GMT -5
(( I like the idea of tying in our characters. It would be cool to get the pirates involved, maybe on a mission or something. For Cori she can offer to help the chosen ones or something? Maybe Kylian would join her. Just because she is determined to get her own back at the Blood King, and also because she believes the chosen ones don’t know who they are up against. For Fraymen, maybe more drama between his mother and Maylin? Could be pretty interesting.
Or some romance plots aswell could be cool. ))
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Post by Haven on Sept 10, 2024 2:18:36 GMT -5
Renwick
"Oh gather 'round, both young and old,
And hear the tale of Ren the Bold!
A knight so grand, with armor bright,
Who rode a dragon, fierce in flight!"
Woken from his nap, the ember scaled dragon reached forward to tap a claw against a banged up, tin cup, hearing nothing but a hollow, empty tone in response. Amber eyes turned to the human standing nearby, fingers plucking at a lute that was sorely out of tune.
"With Brimstone’s roar, the foes would flee,
But none were braver than Sir Ren, you see!
He saved the kingdom, sword in hand,
The greatest knight in all the land!"
A portly man called from a window of the pub across the street, "I ain't never heard of Sir Ren. What kingdom does such a noble warrior hale from?"
Brimstone could tell from the tone of the man's voice that he was mocking, but the musician smiled and said, "Sir Ren is a knight with no borders, good sir. He helps all who calls on him. Brave and true!"
The man snorted, "If he's as true as your playing, then I'm royalty. Go play that torture device elsewhere boy. You're scaring away customers!"
Brimstone gave a languid, cat-like stretch. He snatched the lute in his teeth and tossed it aside. It skittered across the cobblestone and into the mud.
"Wha- Brim! That was our meal ticket!" Ren snapped, chasing after the awful instrument. Brimstone gave it a whap with his tail, splitting the thing into two-held together by only the string. Ren sputtered out complaints.
"You can't play," the dragon huffed in his draconic language, "You make seagulls sound like songbirds. You haven't made a single coin. Let's just do it the old way."
He saw his rider tense a little before crouching down to pick up the muddy, shattered mess of a lute. "No, I told you, we aren't doing that. Besides, if we draw attention to ourselves like that Baahl send people chasing after us. If we're going to eat and make it to the Palace, we need to make coin and we're doing it the right way."
A puff of smoke erupted with Brimstone's snort, "You'll have people looking to kill us without Baahl playing songs like that... if you can call that a song."
"We're going to be great one day, my friend, and when we are bards will sing that song far and wide whenever we appear to honor our great deeds!"
"If that's the case, may we die young."
Ren ignored the sarcasm and climbed up on Brimstone's back. He didn't have a saddle and the dragon's trail of thick fur down his back did little to pad the boniness of his spine. Still, he wanted to work on fixing his instrument. He had spent a quarter of their money on it and it had yet to pay for itself, let alone a warm meal. And now he couldn't even sell it to another hapless fool. "Looks like we're eating slim tonight Brim."
(Both my characters would be open to romance)
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Post by Ave Domine Nox Noctis on Sept 10, 2024 3:29:24 GMT -5
( No problem Haven, we understand!
Oh, I see! I'd love to see their individual talents in action! We can certainly work with that, but how do you want them to meet? I had some suggestions but maybe you do as well? ^^ Also! They're Sun Kingdom citizens so I want to leave recruiting them up to MotherOfSolace first- because Tsuruya would absolutely not hesitate to snipe them and add them to his retinue lol
I don't want you guys to have to wait for everything at the castle to transpire, so I was going to send some other characters your way- along with MotherOfSolace I'm sure- so that we can work on tying fates together in the interim.
I'd definitely be up for Tsu striking a deal with the pirates! Maybe he's heard of their specific crew before and wants their help? I'm thinking there are some high profile traitors in Amigara- so maybe one of his ships were sank or compromised and he needs to hitch a ride with them? As for Cori, he and Kira will welcome her as fellow elven royalty~
Oh, I guess everyone's on the same page! Haha~ I'll make the boys open for romance too then! Let's see what comes of it! ^^
My future characters will be as well~ )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 10, 2024 15:41:46 GMT -5
( we can have the kingdoms calling for people of all skill types to join the army. Heck we’ll need black smiths , scouts to be deployed into enemy territory, ship dwellers could be sent out to scout coastal lines , traders for supplies , fighters of all strength and abilities, healers for sure and if anyone has characters that don’t fit those description we can definitely find a way. so we can definitely tie in everyone’s character in some way shape or form!
I’m always down for romantic plot lines. I’m down for anything ( lgbt is always allowed if wanted ) so if Haven if you have an idea or a specific character in mind for romance just lmk and I’ll build a character
I already have a romance plot with Polar
And Ave, I was thinking of Maylin and Tsu having a friends to lovers line if you’re down for that. She did have a childhood crush on him at one point but if you want something different I totally understand that as well. )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 10, 2024 15:44:38 GMT -5
( and Oolar Kylain is gonna follow Cori where ever she goes. She is literally stuck with him. Considering her Kingdom was destroyed the 3 will want every detail and will gladly accept her into their ranks. Maylin would take her under her wing and welcome another strong woman to the party
And we can definitely do some family drama with Fraymen and his mother and Maylin. I can actually throw up a starter for the Queen if ya want ? )
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Post by polarized on Sept 10, 2024 15:50:35 GMT -5
(( MotherOfSolace - Sounds good! I would love Maylin and Cori to be some strong women!!
A starter for the queen would be awesome. Could stir up some of the backstory between Maylin and Fraymen maybe? ))
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